Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, like a gold nugget" (what they know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every time I up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
)
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> murray

one]
I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone phase me, but swingin like parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams being with fans hugged up
You be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so a flashback
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to flies
You're played like my five-year old's toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you shit like this

2x

My smith and got you layin in some alley messy
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't no more
Leavin your skull like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended when I hear my badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a lil' kim edit
Stick up kids be to live paid
You get your grill sprayed twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib your shit and lock it back
old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
wouldn't know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us there careers wouldn't long
So like a generation we've passed on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that every bitch in you
ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly out on jefferson with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's coincidental
When your your even worse than the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

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